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Artist: charli baltimore f/

Charli
cam

Charli I don't think they know I'm menstrul
Let me tell 'em when I'm

Verse one:

I'm into don thing, karen
Don cornelius, don
Lunchin' down in palm
Long the ring, cars
money, give the wax to juan
Actin' harsh, 'em my back garage
Thug using mack guitar
back massuage, enterouage, we on hollis
Make you leave new quicker, then john wallace
Be in mom's wallet
Ya'll want whips, it's on trial
Aye yo, y'all want chips, then count ya
I best friend to fight yo, like '98 live
Connin' in they eyes, like cats with they wife
Well then it's true, that I a daughter
Niggas get a little money, wanna cross the
Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I can't the border
feminine, everynight don't park the six
Right in front of
Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless
the shotguns to shot, right through 2 and 6
Rufus kicks, uqick, what I'm tellin' my man
They just me on the crucifix, I held in my hand
for the plan, felony cam
Yo be bland!
R-i-p yo, a hell of a man
And that's my analysis, till I'm laid up blood like diolisists
my next son

(cam'ron)

Some niggas
And get dissed
Some go kill
And jump off
Some
But a fucking bitch

Some niggas
And some go
cats want dough
And come on
rich
But life's a bitch

Verse charli baltimore

What, yo
I'm into ice shit, pussy
Got the ice clit, ice
Fuck around and slice
Spotted deserve on ice
Tight click, we through
Dumb crew, these unable to come to
Comotose, boast about holdin' totes
We hold's parties, and sign our pacardi
Hardly ya girl door, beofre I was b'more
I was c-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm
In the alps, with swiss cheese and swiss accounts
swiss miss, hoes frontin', got me kissed it
Dying kids wanna see b'more, on they wish
But I put 'em there, be careful you ask for
Ski mask up on face
No trace, of dna, doa
We know to make you talk
Make you limp, when you
Outline cats in white
Got fagotts "who's she? "
Benz wit' it, be e, master p
'how ya do dat there'
Ridin' through, niggas stare, like "who dat there? "
Is dat wear
over, slower
While y'all be stressed
to see me and pd, and be like who the ebst
No shit, out the clips
Pull out the whips, put out the
we put on the ritz
And it's crackers before a cracker
So me how you like us with guns and rappers

(cam'ron)

Some niggas
And get dissed
Some go kill
And jump off
snitch
But a fucking bitch

Some niggas
And go disp
Some want dough
And on clicks
rich
But life's a fucking

niggas kiss
And get dissed
Some cats go
And jump off
snitch
But a fucking bitch

niggas sniff
And go disp
cats want dough
And on clicks
rich
But life's a fucking